A Living Fancy

Wanting Closure

Tim barged in with concern, I looked at him with disgust why did he just barge in, my phone rang on the kitchen table I let it ring to much was happening in my thoughts that needed to be processed and deleted.

I went into my room closed the door and cried, cried like no other. It was sadness it was a cry of help, I needed help in this situation from anyone who wanted to help.

Again, Tim opened the door I said I closed it I never said I locked it. He walked in and patted me on the back, I let him. I was in so much trouble and frustration that I needed comfort.

He rubbed, and rubbed my back like we had been friends for years, like he was my shoulder to cry on he wasn't. I got up quickly and urged him to leave with a sharp attitude in my tone of voice. He got up and left out the room angrily.

I rubbed my temples, I needed closure but at the same time I felt deranged. I heard a loud crash come from the living room, I paced out the door rapidly to only see someone running towards me with great force.

All I could remember is seeing light then dark almost like a light switching on and off. When I awoke I seen nothing but darkness, I was in a confined area and I was just tied down with ropes.